#Poem Down by the Lake

                         Down by the Lake

 Under a nearby weeping willow  /  a flock of geese pad and poke

    a push-chair rattles along  /  Alice wipes mud from an off-green 
                                   park bench

     two bedlam kids squawking  /  then she rests

     Vicious seagulls hunt for  /  Exhaust fumes, and hums and grinds, 
            sandwich fragments     from the morning motor-rush waft over               

  Alice fidgets and then heads  /  a discarded sheet of kitchen roll 
       off to the rose gardens     sticks to her shoe

 The flowers sway like nodding  /  She listens to echoing Greensleeves 
     dogs in the backs of cars     again and again piping out from the 
                                   ice cream van over on the promenade

      Up-wind an old boy fires  /  it's time to move on
            up his acrid briar 

     She takes the tarmac path  /  A brittle crisp packet rattles, 
  around and up to the rockery     trapped in an exclamation-mark-like tree
      tasting the hint of salt 
         blown in from the bay   

       She wanders through the  /  Her arms droop by her side
             patterns of rocks 
   
       she catches her hand on  /  Reluctantly, she prepares herself 
            a clump of nettles     for the long walk home

this is an example of a ‘cleave’ poem – read as normal line by line or read left column, right column

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